Somebody wrote:

My mother also disapproved of elbows on the table [...]


Mine, too. That's one of those arbitrary and nonsensical
but absolutely non-negotiable aesthetic fetishes that women
are prone to.

My mother had another wierd one: she hated, absolutely *hated*
it when I tore meat from a piece of fried chicken with my hand
and placed it into my mouth. Picking up the breast or thigh or
drumstick in my hands and gnawing on it like a caveman was per-
fectly acceptable, though. Go figure.



Geoff

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